Went out for a run.
On the second lap, 2 led fast and the Australian eventually dropped me. As I waited for the other runners, 2 females collected in waiting. One caught the eye, but I decided to depart and head home. I turned around and instead headed to the eating joint where the running people meet. It was there over Chinese food I talked her up and got her email, some innocuous, less direct intrusion. I emailed her and told her I could show her around, at least maybe just give some advice to her, at the most maybe even run with her. Emailed her that night. She emailed back day later. She accepted an invitation to eat food. Ate, spoke, drank some booze. Coffee next afternoon. It was a good coffee, because it was 1/2 good legs--my legs--from a run and bike ride that morning and 1/2 good Americano. She was there too. Then next Saturday a random engagement with an old pal's ex, she drank of the banana cognac, waited in listless vacuity until pool came, snow fell and intercourse was realized in a Subaru. More meals followed, more sad looks of longing, and then an empty car unfulfilled and a long drive away in passing. That's all I have to say fellas, that was that.
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